Charlie Brown Project

Man, I wish I had something fun to write about.......
You know what's interesting? Every time I get my hair cut, my little hairs go through a couple weeks of trying to get used to it. You know what I mean? For the first week or two, they just can't figure out how to adapt to the new lengths and the new layers--and they just do all kinds of ugly things. But after a couple weeks, they always seem to finally settle in and remember how things are supposed to go. I was so excited to have had my first good hair day after my recent hair cut, and I was going to write about it, and then I had a bad hair day today. Bummer. But at least I did my hair, right? That's more than I can say for most days. It's funny--these days, taking a shower is the biggest pain in my neck. It seems like it should be a real stress reliever, but instead it just complicates my life. Why? (Well for one--I can't take a shower in peace.) Because taking a shower just means that I will have to do my hair. And it's so crazy because there have been so many days that I have just remained sweaty and nasty all day long after having worked out because the thought of having to take the time to shower and do my hair is just too much. Makes no sense. I could just decide to be clean, for heaven's sake, and just not do my hair--it's not like it would look any worse than it does after I've slept on it and then gone to the gym--but for some reason....I don't know. I don't get it myself...
Is there a point to this?...Oh, yeah! There is. LATELY, (like in the last five days) I have been trying to make a bigger effort to look nice--including taking a shower and doing my hair and putting on normal clothes--so that I will feel better about myself (and about the whole day for that matter), and so that I will look sexy to Brian--ha ha. I mean, for Pete's sake. Brian's not very hard to please. All I have to do is put on a pair of jeans and Brian feels like it's his lucky day. I know. Pretty sad. Jeans. Just jeans, but still a big step up from sweats.
And being close to Valentine's Day and all--I really want Brian to think I'm beautiful. To that end, I want to remind all of you that all we need to do in order for our husbands to think we are beautiful is to show them that we think we are... and they will believe us. Remember what I learned from Chels? Beauty really is much less about long eyelashes and big lips and a perfect body, and much more about confidence. I'm tellin ya. I've been way prettier ever since I got some.

And I'm so sorry to bring it up again, but I just can't get through a Valentine's Day without thinking about Charlie Brown's experience. I mean--it's a holiday special. So anyway, I've come up with an idea, and I'm calling it the Charlie Brown Project. Here's how it works: All of us decide on one person who is likely to have a crappy Valentine's Day and we do something special for them that day. Can you imagine how we could change the world together?! Just one person. Just one special something. Are you in?